“Can I have a word, sweetheart?” he asked casually, like I hadn’t just gone head to head with one of his friends and come out on top. “Why?” I asked, my tone unfriendly. “You’re breaking my heart with this ice queen act,” he teased, stepping into my personal space. “If you’re going to bite me then just get on with it. Toying with your food is so unattractive.” “No biting. Just come and talk to me,” he said, turning puppy dog eyes on me and damn if Caleb Altair didn’t look cute as hell when he was begging.
